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Basement Blessings (or: The Summer They Invaded)  By Ray1031  (mff, Mutual
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Basement Blessings (or: The Summer They Invaded)  By Ray1031  (mff, Mutual
Mast)


Journal: 12-17-03

Pat


During the following days there seemed to be something more special in
Raquel's glances. Something more meaningful in her touches, a greater joy
when she laughed at my little jokes. Still, it was three days before
Raquel and I were alone together again and it was once again she coming
into my curtained bed space after her sisters and our parents had gone to
sleep for the night.

I was sitting up late, reading Asimov's "Foundation Trilogy", one of the
boring sections, hoping to tire myself so that I could sleep. There was a
rustling in the curtain and Raquel softly said "Bill? Are you awake?"

"Yes, come in."

The curtain pulled back next to an iron pole that'd been used as a corner
anchor when hanging the ropes for the curtains. Raquel sidled through.
Tonight she was wearing a different shirt above her panties. It was a
Detroit Tigers uniform shirt that I recognized immediately. It was mine. I
had been marking my place in the book, preparing to put it aside, but
stopped at the realization. "You're wearing my shirt."

"Yeah." She did a little turn on the balls of her feet. "You like the way
it looks on me?"

"It's too big for you. Why are you wearing my shirt?" I came to my feet
beside the bed.

"I only have three shirts which I use for sleeping in. It's been over a
week since mama last did laundry. They all feel and smell nasty now. I'm
going to ask your mom how to work her washer tomorrow and clean some
clothes. All of us girls are running short of clean clothing."

"Okay, but why 'my' shirt, or more especially, why 'that' shirt? That's my
Tiger Team shirt. It's signed by Mickey Lolich. He's thrown over 100
strike outs so far this year and has almost 200 hits."

"Well, if you're going to be like that, I'll take it off. I didn't think
you'd be mad with me. It was just that it was the top shirt in the box
they moved your extra clothes to." There were tears forming in her eyes
and her fingers were fumbling as she tried to work the buttons. I reached
out my hands and stopped her.

"No, don't. I'm sorry, really. I shouldn't be so mean. It's just that this
shirt is very special to me. I was wearing it at Tiger Stadium last year
when Mickey got his 150th home run. We were right next to the batter's box
and he let me congratulate him and everything. That's when he signed the
shirt - I haven't worn it since. You can wear it, just be careful.
Please?"

Her pout disappeared and a smile returned to her face, her eyes suddenly
looking more sly and glittery rather than on the edge of tears. She'd had
a thought, changed directions and I almost missed it when she said, "So,
you don't want me taking my shirt off for you now?"

"No, that's all right. You can wear . . ." That's when I caught it, the
joking innuendo in her voice, finally. The look in her eyes, her smile,
her words. "Well . . . um . . . ah, sure, of course I want you to take
your shirt off for me! . . . Ah . . . If you want to I mean."

"I shouldn't."

"Yeah, I know, incest. You don't have to if . . . "

"No, it's not that, silly! You've already seen everything once. Seeing it
again can't be any worse, can it? I shouldn't show you though because you
haven't shown me anything."

"What?"

"I spent an hour and a half naked in front of you last Thursday and all
you showed me was a lump in your pants."

I blushed. I could feel the heat rising into my temples at her words. "Oh
. . . uh . . . you noticed?"

"Yes I noticed. The way it was pushing out, I would have needed to be
blind not to see it. So, here's the deal. If you want to see 'me' tonight,
you're going to have to show me something first. After you do I'll show
you something special too. Deal?"

"Um, okay." Without another word and slid my pajama bottoms to the floor,
sat back down on the edge of the bed and removed them; first from one
foot, then the other. Sitting back up I looked at her and waited. I hadn't
been excited until just that moment, but the prospect of seeing her
breasts again, of maybe seeing all of her and 'something special',
whatever 'that' was, were having an effect on me. Though near limp as a
noodle when I first slid my p.j.s down, things were stirring, lengthening,
hardening as I anticipated her disrobing.

My leg was in her way though and Raquel moved closer, sitting beside me on
the bed for a better view. She didn't say anything as she began
unbuttoning the shirt, but her eyes never left my growing penis either.
She seemed riveted by the sight. By the time she had the shirt open and
was sliding it from her shoulders I was fully hard. My rigid shaft was
sticking upwards and outwards as I sat there. I knew without looking that
it was making the slightest of bobbing motions with each beat of my heart.
I felt it was this that somehow held her entranced. The shirt slid down
her back and pooled on the bed around her hips, the sleeves bunching up at
her bent elbows. I reached forward then, shifting around to face her more
squarely where I sat, using both hands and covering a breast with each.

"I do love your breasts, Rocks." She didn't correct me for using her old
nickname. "They are so big and pretty. They feel so good in my hands."

"Big? They aren't big, Bill. Pat's are much bigger than mine and prettier
too. Alivia's are bigger yet, almost too big. But mine are not big."

"But I haven't seen theirs, remember. In fact, yours are the only grown-up
one's I've ever seen. I told you that last Thursday." I hated having to
remind her that I was still a virgin. I felt it lessened me somehow, like
she might suddenly pull away from 'little boy Bill' and deny what she had
been offering only moments ago. I gripped her breasts more tightly in
reaction, as if this would stop her should she change her mind.

"Careful. Don't squeeze too hard. Pat and Alivia both like rough
treatment, I don't. Nice and gentle is how I like things, not rough."

I relaxed my grip and simply held her tits then, beginning to explore the
valley between and the inner sides of them with my thumbs. Her nipples
were growing, hardening and lengthening into my palms, where they were
covered by them. I was losing myself in the sensations and the feel of her
skin touching mine when her words made an impression in my mind, prompting
a question. "You mean that neither Pat nor Alivia are virgins either? I
thought surely that Alivia would be at least."

"Nope, neither." She opened her mouth as if to say more, then closed it
again, a thoughtful look on her face as she studied mine. "You know how we
were talking about what makes a slut last Thursday?"

"Yes, I remember. I remember how you told me what made you different from
a slut too."

She blushed. "I meant what I said too, I am not really what most people
would consider a slut. I simply enjoy sex. Pat now, is another story. She
is much closer to what someone would actually call a slut. If she likes
you at all she's as likely to sleep with you as not and do almost anything
you want to as well. The only thing I can think of that she won't do with
a boy is giving them oral sex."

I moved my hands to the sides and studied her now erect nipples. They had
not only grown longer, but thicker as they hardened, almost doubling in
size. I took them between my thumbs and fingers and tried moving them in
different ways.

"Oral sex?"

"You know. Giving them head?" I must have still looked blank. ""A blow job!"

"Oh. I didn't know those other names for it. Why won't she do that?"

"She thinks it's disgusting. Though how she can consider that more
disgusting than taking it in the ass I'll never know."

I had been gently twisting and pulling at Raquel's nipples, bending them
over and pinching at them gently. The look on her face had changed and she
slid one hand down between her legs, over her panties, while we continued
talking.

"She takes a boy's thing in her butt? I didn't think you could do
something like that."

"Of course she does. I told you that Thursday."

"That's right, you did."  I finally noticed that the reddish area below
her nipples had changed. It had darkened, filled up somehow. It was now
almost a brownish color and the little wrinkles and tiny bumps I'd seen
when she'd first exposed them to me were gone. I rubbed my thumb over one
and it felt both kind of squishy and yet smooth and soft. "Your tits are
beautiful."

"No they're not . . . I told you already, Pat's are . . . " She stood up,
taking those breasts away from my hands. The sudden brush of the
basement's cooler air against my palms, after the warmth of her skin, made
goosebumps jump out on my arms. One smooth motion and the shirt was back
up amd onto her shoulders, her fingers working at the buttons. I thought I
had done something terribly wrong somehow, until she looked at me, grinned
and said, "Look, I'll be right back. Don't go away or anything." She
stepped through the curtain and it had no soomer closed than it parted
again and she stuck her head back through. "Pull the blanket over yourself
or something. Cover up, but don't put your pants back on. I am coming
back."

"With that surprise you promised?"

"There will be more than one surprise, Bill. More than one." Then she was
gone. I picked up my book from the blanket, where I'd let it fall earlier.
Finding my page again I marked it and placed the book on the makeshift
nightstand next to my small reading lamp. Pulling the blanket across my
lap I waited.

The curtains parted again announcing Raquel's return. She was leading Pat
who was trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. Raquel carefully held the
curtain wide so Pat did not brush it as she entered. Pat was wearing one
of those bright pink, granny-style night gowns that close up the front
with snaps. It covered her from neck to ankles in a shapeless drape.
Except for the wrinkles from her sleeping in it, the only 'shape' to it
was where her breasts pushed against the front of it. Because of that, and
it's shapeless hang, my first thought was that Pat looked pregnant in it.
Her short, jaw-length black hair was mussed in disarray from her pillow.
Raquel took Pat's arms and pulled them down to her sides. Pat's eyes were
shut.

"Now keep your eyes closed for a minute more. I have a surprise for you, "
whispered Raquel.

"But where are we?" Pat whispered back. "You have me all turned around. We
won't wake Bill will we?"

"Oh, there's no danger of that," replied the shorter sister, tossing me a
grin over her shoulder. I had no idea what she was about until Raquel took
hold of Pat's nightgown near her throat and pulled it open, the snaps
parting to just below Pat's breasts. Shifting her hands to that point she
pulled again and the remaining snaps parted to Pat's navel.

"You said you had a new toy I could play with. What kind is it? How big is
it?"

"Just  a few more seconds. Let me finish getting you ready and you can
open your eyes and see for yourself." She took her sister's nightgown and
slid it back from her shoulders, allowing it to begin sliding down on its
own. Pat's breasts were in view now and they were indeed larger than her
older sister's. Less pointy and cone like, they were wide heavy globes on
the front of her chest. It was the darkened area around her nipples that
most drew my attention though. They were a lighter color than her sister's
and took up fully a third of the front of each breast. The area seemed
less like the cap her sister's did, seeming more like skin hard rubbed
until it had turned pink. The nipple in each was the tiniest little bud
and each seemed to sit in its own slight depression. Unlike her sister's,
which appeared crevassed and wrinkled when flat, this area on Pat's
breasts was utterly smooth. There were only a few small bumps near their
outer edges where the color faded gently into that of the surrounding
skin.

The nightgown tried to hang up part way down Pat's back and she shook
herself to send it the rest of the way to the floor. Those breasts of hers
bouncing side to side with the action and then quivering before they came
to rest again. Surprisingly, Pat was completely naked beneath and I stared
in wonder as her body was revealed before me. Not only were her breasts
larger than her sister's, but her chest was broader, deeper and softer
looking than that of Raquel. At rest, Raquel's body was slender but
perfectly smooth, except below the waist where her hip bones jutted
slightly. Pat, on the other hand, was heavier, softer looking all over.
Her arms and legs thicker as from extra flesh, her tummy slightly rounded
rather than flat like her older sister's. She wasn't fat or even chubby;
just thicker all over and kind of padded seeming. The biggest surprise for
me was her pussy though, or rather her pubic hair.

Raquel's hair was a dense curly mass that she trimmed only where it would
show past her swimming suits and panties. Pat's pubic hair was straight
but seemed to have been trimmed short. It was also mostly shaved away save
for a half-inch arch above and down the sides of her mound. The lips
themselves were thinner than Raquel's, less rounded, and grew downwards
more. I looked at her face. She looked better this way, not the nude part,
though that looked great to me, but clean and devoid of make up. Where
Raquel hardly ever wore make up, Pat always wore it, usually too much of
it, or maybe it was just that her choices in make up seemed to clash. Her
eyelids were always too shiny with some glossy gunk and she always wore
too much lipstick. Her cheeks always holding a perpetual make up blush.
Now, clean, I found her more enticing than I ever did during the day.

Raquel told her to open her eyes . . .

Pat opened her eyes and almost screamed when she saw me sitting on the
edge of my bed.  She didn't quite scream, but she did squeal rather loudly
as she brought her right arms up and across her breasts, her left hand
moving to cover the center of her hips. She twisted slightly in place,
turning just a little away from me, crouching a bit on her right leg as
she brought the left forward and up to further block my view of her
secrets.

"Raquel! Are you nuts?!!" she hissed. "What are you doing? He's our cousin!"

"You are the one who's been telling me you 'wanted' to let him see you . .
. 'wanted' to see 'him' naked." She waved her hand at me and I moved the
blanket aside, showing Pat my boner. "It is you who has been telling me
you 'wanted' him to play with your body before we left for home again. "

"Well, . . . but . . ."

"But nothing! And keep your voice down! Do you want mama or Aunt Sarah and
Uncle Linc to hear you?"

Pat's eyes were locked on my cock as she and Raquel whisper-argued back
and forth. "But . . . "

"Now is your chance, little sister. You get to play with your cousin and
if you are really good and make he and I happy, I will let you play with
Hymie after." Saying this she reached beneath the hem of 'my' Tigers shirt
and removed this big bullet looking thing; holding it up for her sister to
see. Her panties must have been holding it in place beneath the shirt
since her hands had been empty when they came in. I recognized the thing
from ads I'd seen in a couple of magazines. It was a dildo or vibrator . .
. but I didn't know they were that large. It must have been eight inches
long and a little more an inch thick.

""Hymie?" I asked.

Raquel grinned and blushed then. "Yeah . . . well . . . Alivia was playing
with it a couple of years ago, right after I first got it. She'd seen me
using it I guess. She got too excited and took her own virginity with it
during her very first orgasm. It kind of named itself you see?"

"No."

"Hymie, hymen, get it?"

"No, what's a hymen?"

"He's kidding, right?"

"No, I don't think he is. Our cousin Bill is a virgin, Pat."

"Really? A virgin?" She looked at me anew, speculation in her gaze. "I've
never played with a virgin before."

"Sure you have. Skinny Stevens was a virgin, before you."

"He said he wasn't."

"According to his sister, he was. She wanted to kick your ass too until I
told her it was all her brother's idea."

"Would you look at the size of him, Sis. He looks bigger than Hymie,
doesn't he?"

"Close, I think. Hymie's longer, but he's thicker. So, do you want to play?"

"But I can't sleep with my cousin . . . I've run out of pills since we've
been here and mama has too many other things on her mind to take me to the
doctor."

"So do anal, or jack him off while he plays with you. He didn't even know
anal was a possibility."

"He didn't? But I've never taken anything his size 'that' way before . . .
I don't know."

"You've taken Hymie, I saw you."

"Yeah, but he's thicker and Hymie was a stretch. Besides, I only did it
the once."

"Will you two quit talking about me like I'm not here, please."

"Sorry Bill. We usually don't have these discussion in front of a guy, but
this is kind of a special circumstance."

"Okay, Raquel. But could you somehow include me in the conversation? You
didn't answer my question, you know. What is a hymen?"

"Don't they teach Biology in your school? A hymen is something inside of a
woman that makes her a virgin." Explained Pat in a rather exasperated
whisper. "It kind of tears the first time you have sex and never grows
back. That's how a girl becomes a woman."

"That's not exactly right," added Raquel. "But it's close enough."

I looked at Raquel and smiled. "Don't you still have too many clothes on?
I mean; Pat and I are naked . . . why aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah . . . I guess I should get undressed. You've already seen it
anyway." She began unbuttoning the shirt..

"He has seen you naked? When?"

"Thursday, while we were 'fishing'. He fished and I sunbathed." Shirt off
she slipped her panties to her feet and stepped out of them, but kept
those silly socks on her feet.

"Nude?"

"Yep."

They kept talking, but Pat had apparently made her decision. She stood
straight again and moved her hands to her hips so I could have a good
look, then moved to sit beside me on the bed. Raquel  moved to the pole
and leaned back against it, bracing herself by spreading her feet wide.
She raised the silver dildo thing to her lips and began licking it with
her tongue as she watched Pat and I.

Once on the bed Pat allowed me to play with her breasts while she took
hold of my cock and began examining it, moving it this way and that as I
tried to spread my legs further apart for her. Sitting as we were, it was
difficult.

"Kiss them. Suck on the nipples," Pat directed. I did so, then remembered
Raquel's earlier words. I not only sucked and kissed, I bit too, using one
hand to roughly squeeze and pull at Pats other breast while I worked my
mouth over the nearer one. "Oh, that feels good. Let's lay down."

We shifted about on the bed and lay at an angle, the narrow space between
our bodies aimed right at Raquel so she could see most of what was going
on. Pat had positioned herself with her legs towards her sister and raised
her one leg up and back, bending it at the knee, her foot on the bed. She
had positioned herself carefully providing the best view she could for
Raquel and I both. Pat then went about positioning me so that Raquel might
be able to see what she did with my cock. It was not a comfortable
position for me, not really. My butt cheeks and legs were flat on the bed
and spread while I had twisted up on one shoulder so I could see what I
was doing between Pat's legs, and could make use of both hands.

I placed my hands between her legs and pulled her lips open, gaining my
first true look at the insides of a woman. I was fascinated. I looked up
at Raquel where she stood and waved her over to us. She looked puzzled,
but she came over. Touching her legs, trying to push them gently apart, I
guided her and she allowed me to position her a little. I reached between
her legs then. Using my thumbs I spread her lips and studied what I saw
for a moment before transferring my hands back to her sister and spreading
her. It was only a moment before Raquel realized I was comparing the two
and, though she was blushing deeply, she reached down and held her own
lips wide spread while I in turn held her sister open. There were
differences.

Raquel began moving her fingers on her pussy then. I watched her rubbing
herself near the front of her slit and pressing inwards. Seeing me
watching she nodded her head towards her sister's pussy and I began
emulating her movements. Pat moaned and Raquel sharply whispered, "Shush!
We have to be silent, remember?"

Pat began pumping at my cock rather than simply holding it. I felt a
tightening and a crawling sensation in my balls as they felt like they
wanted to crawl up inside of me. There was a building sensation of heat
and pressure at the bottom of my cock and then it began. My legs
stiffened. My abdomen tightened up and my fingers on Pat's pussy pressed
against her harder than I'd planned. There were three spurts. I don't know
where the first one went, but the second landed on the side of my chest,
while the last fell on my stomach. Pat kept pumping.

"Oh, look . . . It's still coming, just not as much." My muscles relaxed
again now that the worst was over. "Oh, ick. It's all over my hand. I need
a rag now." But Raquel had other ideas. She got onto her hands and knees
behind me and crawled to her sister who, despite her saying it was icky,
had not stopped pumping at my cock. Raquel took her sister's hand and
raised it to her mouth, sucking and licking it clean before she moved to
clean my stomach. She missed what was on the side of my chest though. I
didn't mention it. "How can you 'do' that?" Pat asked her.

"I've told you before, sis; you don't know what you are missing. It's a
little salty, but I like the taste. Before you say 'ick' again; don't
knock it `til you've tried it."

"Oh look, it's not getting soft like most boys do. I love you cousin
Bill." I felt Pat begin jacking at my cock again as she shifted around
some. As soon as she was comfortable in her new position her hand began
moving faster. I continued rubbing at Pat's pussy the way Raquel had shown
me.

Raquel herself also shifted around on the bed, moving behind me and I soon
felt her breasts pressing against my back, her right arm looping over my
side and under my own arm. She hugged me close with it and I felt the back
of her other hand moving against the tops of my buttocks as she played
with herself.

Raquel leaned her head forward and gently kissed at my ear, then
whispered, "Put a finger inside of her and use it like a little dick. Fuck
her with it . . . she likes that." I did as instructed and Pat stiffened
as my finger first slid within her. It felt wet and hot inside of her and
I felt my cock trying to jerk in Pat's hand. Raquel was continuously
kissing and nibbling at me now, her mouth moving across the top and back
of my shoulder. I heard a buzzing sound begin behind me, there was a
flexing in the hand against my buttock and Raquel suddenly gasped behind
me. The movements of Raquel's hand against my buttock changed. The new
movement held her hand steady against me, and I felt the muscles in her
hand shifting only a little at a time where we touched. There was also a
vibration in that contact with her hand.

I don't know why I did it, but I added another finger to Pat's pussy and
she seemed to enjoy it as I heard a soft, "Oh yes!" from her. I also felt
something that surprised me. Pat had put a hand between my legs and was
playing with my asshole. Shifting my other hand slightly I began playing
with hers as well, trying to copy her movements based on what I was
feeling. Her finger left my butt . . . only for a moment though as it was
soon back. It was wet now and she was rubbing that wetness around the
little hole. Soon her finger was pressing at me again, more firmly this
time, trying to work its way inside of my butt. I used my finger and
pushed at her anus as well.

Pat's hand suddenly left my cock and appeared behind her buttocks where it
grasped and held my hand there. "Oh, stop . . . Not dry . . . don't do
that dry. Spit on your fingers and rub it over my butthole. Then wet your
finger completely before you push it inside me there. It will go in
easier." I did as instructed and as soon as I was rubbing spit on her butt
I felt her hand return to my cock. She shifted again and now, as she
pulled at my cock, I felt the head begin to rub against one of her breasts
with every stroke of her hand.

Raquel groaned next to my ear and took the lobe into her teeth. Not
biting, but holding it, her gentle rocking behind me a gently repeating
tug against it.

Pats finger gained entrance to my ass and I felt a new sensation. I
pressed against hers and slid in more easily than I had expected to after
my earlier attempt.

We must have made quite a sight, the three of us lying there on my little
bed. Pat and I laying head to crotch, inches apart, and Raquel scrunched
up tightly behind me. Pat and I manually stimulating one another while
Raquel played a vibrator over herself. I could feel Raquel's nipples
pressing into my back as she hugged herself to me repeatedly during those
long minutes of play. I had gotten daring and after only a few seconds of
anal play I had added a second finger to the one in Pat's ass. I now had
two fingers fucking into her pussy and two others fucking her ass as I lay
there.

I didn't know what was happening at the time, but later I learned that
Raquel had begun her orgasm. Her left arm, lying against the mattress
between us, shifted lower against my buttcheeks, until it was her wrist I
was feeling. The soft buzzing behind me became even more muted, becoming
almost silent, then getting louder once again. This louder and softer,
louder and softer noise pattern continued and became faster and faster.
The muscles in Raquel's wrist against my butt cheek flexed and twisted
against me and her hand began thumping against the back of my thigh with
each increase in the buzzing tone. This lasted for maybe a minute, as
Raquel's hand against my chest pulled me back more firmly against her,
completely flattening her breasts against my back. Her fingers, until then
flat against my chest, curled then, becoming talon-like, her nails
scratching against my chest. Then, in an instant, Raquel seemed to simply
relax against my back and the repetitive increase and decrease in the
buzzing slowed, but didn't quite stop.

Pat and I meanwhile, had kept up with our ministrations and explorations
of one another. I kept finger fucking her pussy and ass, varying the speed
of my movements and the angles in which they went into her. Sometimes
having both moving together, at the same speed, sometimes not. Sometimes
having one hand move faster than the other, sometimes they moved at the
same speed, but as one set of fingers pushed into her pussy, the other
pair were pulling out of her ass. I was trying to judge what was best, for
she and for myself, but wasn't having much luck at it. There were
occasional small quivers that I felt in her body, but I didn't know what
they meant and laying as we were I could not see her face or expression to
better gauge her reactions. Still, she was caring for me (and another
eruption was rapidly approaching) so I continued to try and care for her.

Behind me, Raquel must have raised up onto an elbow or something because
her head was suddenly above mine, her long hair hanging down into my face
as she leaned over and kissed my cheek, my neck, my ear. Then she stuck
her tongue into my ear and I was orgasming again . . . I don't know how
long it lasted, things got a little foggy for me that time, and I didn't
really know what was going on.

It wasn't long though until I came back to myself and found I was lying on
my back. My hands were at my sides and Raquel was kneeling at my feet,
moving back and forth between my now softened cock and her sister's
breasts. She was cleaning both of us with her lips and tongue. She took me
into her mouth, sucking hard and licking at me with her tongue, and it
hurt. There was a sensitivity in my cock I had not felt before, so that
the sensations her tongue caused hurt as it traveled across the tender
head. Pat was also on her back, but with her legs widely spread, knees
slightly raised. Shifting my head slightly I could see that she was now
finger fucking herself. She saw me looking and raised her nearer leg,
bending the knee more to allow me a better view.

She had three fingers inside of herself, moving them faster and fucking
herself harder than I had at any time during my own efforts. Her other
hand was also there, under the first and rubbing vigorously at the top of
her slit, sometimes side to side, sometimes in circles.

I moved one hand to Raquel's head and pushed gently at it. "Hurts," I said
and she released me from her mouth, moving to begin kissing and licking at
my legs and lower stomach. I pulled myself forward a bit and closer to
Pat's legs, lifting the nearer one and moving it over my shoulder, trying
for an even better view. I heard her softly moan and her other leg moved
as well, emulating the movement of the one in my hand, pulling back and
up, opening her wider still. I had a better look at her pussy lips then
and noticed another difference between she and her sister. Remembering
Thursday, when I had seen Raquel's mound get so puffy and full, so darkly
flushed, during her excitement. Pat's had hardly seemed to thicken at all,
though they were a little darker. As she had spread her legs more though,
they stretched until they were almost flat, becoming these small hills of
flesh to either side of her now wide-open valley.

I saw the ridge of flesh then, not knowing exactly 'what' I was seeing,
but knowing it must be what had raised stiffly beneath my fingers earlier.
It was just that too, a ridge. A whitish bone of flesh that seemed to have
risen in the center of her deep red valley. The ridge was at the top of
her slit, just below an arrow-shaped tunnel of flesh that Pat was rubbing
furiously at. I was entranced watching her.

Raquel, for her part, had shifted again and was now nuzzling at and
kissing my ball sack. Occasionally she would suck one nut into her mouth
and gently massage it with her tongue before releasing it again.  More
nuzzling and kisses and she would suck the other one up.

Pat's heel pulled against my shoulder where it lay, seemingly wanting to
contract, but it lasted only instants and then her leg seemed to relax
completely, becoming heavier upon me. I felt a shiver passing through it
and her hands stopped moving. The shiver passed and though the fucking
hand remained still, those rubbing fingers began moving again, though more
slowly and gently than before. Another shiver, only this time the fingers
kept moving as a bit of fluid seemed to seep around her fingers. She
stopped completely then, her only movement to remove her fingers from
within herself. A final shiver, softer than the previous two, passed
through her and she lay still.  With the passing of that final shiver,
Raquel ceased her ministrations at my crotch as well. Kneeling over my
feet again, for a moment, before crawling up over me and laying herself
across my chest.

She kissed my chin then and said, "That was lovely."

Beside us, Pat began to stir as well, shifted around, and rolled up onto
her side towards us. Leaning her head in she kissed my cheek and said,
"Thank You. I'm sorry you haven't really lost your cherry yet . . . maybe
next time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go pee." Raquel lowered her
forehead against my chest and throat and chuckled softly as Pat left,
slipping her her nightgown over her head as she passed through the
curtains.

Once the curtain was closed, Raquel pulled herself further up my body and
we spent the next few minutes kissing and tongue fighting. We only stopped
when we heard water suddenly rushing through the pipes across the room.

Raquel pulled away then, raising up on her extended arms and knees above
me. I was distracted by the sight of her breasts hanging down, watching
them sway slightly with her breathing. Looking down at me Raquel followed
the direction of my gaze and, smiling, shook herself side to side. Her
breasts wagged invitingly with her movement and I smiled also as I looked
back up into her eyes.

"If you have sex with Pat before me, I will never speak to you again." She
punctuated her words by kissing me lightly on the lips and laughing as she
rose.

Gathering up the Tigers shirt, Raquel inserted her arms into the sleeves
and let it hang from her shoulders, open. She picked up her panties then,
sniffed them, rubbed them over and through her crotch and tossed them onto
my pillow. Chuckling she said, "To help you dream tonight. Put them under
your pillow in the morning and I'll get them when I wash clothes tomorrow.
Now, like Pat, I too have to pee."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Pat did not come into my curtained bedroom when she came back downstairs,
but went straight back to her bed. Raquel I saw once more that night.

By the time she finished in the bathroom and I heard the rushing water
once again in the drain pipes, my own urge to piss was practically
over-powering. The urge was so strong that I actually wasn't sure I would
make it to the bathroom. Raquel and I passed one another on the stairs.
She grinned when she saw me and stopped, but I was in too much of a rush
for either chatting or kissing and rushed right on by her.

She was gone to her own bed when I came back down.

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